~Drawn Soft by Your Soul~



Hatchets of hatred
hurled without thought
can cut to the core
drawing blood

missiles of malice
aimed at the soul
will burst the essence of trust

words, carelessly flung
can untie even the tightest
ribbons of esteem

and self-portraits
we've learned to draw
with the delicate ink of beauty
can be so quickly erased

smeared by a thoughtless critic
in a single mortifying moment

an image so fragile
the selves whom we know
can be shattered for always
with one heedless phrase

the lack of tact
searing deep and forever

***

hold on tight
hold on to the self
the one that you know
in your mind
to the one that you feel
in your heart
that you are

don't let go
of the beauty inside
of the lovely picture
drawn soft by your soul
the flower of spirit
that glows
through the light
in your eyes

wear it proud
let them see
that the evil is THEIRS to behold
not YOURS
~